Full Lyrics : Tyler, The Creator Ft. Lil Wayne & Kanye West - Smuckers

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Artist: Tyler, The Creator

Title : Smuckers

Ft : Lil Wayne & Kanye West

Genre: Rap

Release date: Apr, 13 2015

Tyler, The Creator Ft. Lil Wayne & Kanye West - Smuckers Lyrics

       

For your boy

I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor

I'm tryna pop the Maclaren with the vertical doors n*gga

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive

What's your name again? Nobody knows it

Don't speak to me n*gga, you not a prophet

I'm focused

They say I'm nutty, picnic basket

Not short of a sandwich

A peanut butter, [?]'s a faggot

Please come and get me

Said I suck him at your neck

Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky

Like a HIV victim , man nobody f*ckin' with me

I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon

And the [?] was god dammit I couldn't believe it

Been a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber

But you f*cked up as a parent, your child idol’s a nigger

I clearly don't give a f*ck, say you could run that sh*t back

And f*ck your loud pack, and f*ck your Snapchat

Cherry Bomb, the greatest f*ckin' album since the Days of Sound

And that sh*t gon' pop just like that n*gga that was never 'round

Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust

Young T, came quick, [?], dick is soft

We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves

Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice

Put that f*ckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes

Mom I made you a promise, its no more section 8

When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great

Cause that's the level I'm at, my n*ggas pass em a plate

Ye!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Why, why, why, why don't they like me

Cause Nike got a lot of n*ggas checks

But I'm the only n*gga ever to check Nike

Richer than white, people were black kids

Scarier than black people with ideas

Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'

But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding

They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me

You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me

I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em

I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'

I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds

I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"

"Yeah my n*gga", Its on, its on, its on, its on

I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome

I am the free n*gga archetype

I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon

And [?] get extra money

Every joke you hear just be extra funny

I mean you can even dress extra bummy

Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny

And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me

Oxford want a full blown lecture from me

And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt

I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn

Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God

He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For your boy

I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors

I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room

Damn

Two, Three, Four

Hold your f*ckin' horses

n*ggas really f*ckin' thought that T lost it

Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted

I been workin' while y'all [?] smoke like broken exhaust tips

f*ckin' losers

[Lil Wayne]

Hold your f*ckin' ponies my homie

I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like [?]

That's Tunechi, huh, me master of ceremonies

I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni

I swear

This them golf balls, like them hot boys

For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000

When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne

(What up Slime, n*gga go hard)

Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain

Got too much drive, need like ten lanes

Life is a broad and she give brain

That's that woah head, thats a dream car

Got a four ten, of that same year I was born

That's that one nine nine one, 'nother n*gga like I

You gon' find one, cuz n*gga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb

Middle finger blind so its f*ck a and why one

f*ck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son

I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump

Use Adderall like a [?] with my high up

Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up

I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come

She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Ronda

Oh my goodness

While these b*tches ugly, these n*ggas colder than Tommy buddy

Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles

b*tch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for [?]

(Black ass n*gga)

They be duckin' us n*ggas, shout out to Donald Sterling

Boy lets get a scrimmage, i'll cut some n*ggas, I'll bring the Clippers

And a couple owners, that's kinda German

You bring the nooses, and a couple trees

Where the money grow, and [?] bodies burning

Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin

Or some n*ggas from Alabama, Birmingham

I need [?] all over the street like Erick Sermon

Was, f*ck us, maybe we should team up

Anti Golf boys cuz I don't f*ck with me either

I'mma liar, I'mma faggot

Son you need Jesus

But I heard he nut sunset, to go into with Yeezus, well

I'm playin' for the new yeezy's

And you pussies playin' at the squash the beef like Zucchinis

I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame

Or lame, nor strange

Nah faggot its Golf Wang

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